Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

The lungi goon watched Ananya’s trembling body for another few seconds—the way her smooth cunt clenched around Komali’s slow fingers, the way clear juices kept leaking down onto her sister-in-law’s wrist, the way her full breasts heaved inside the open embra. Then he turned his head toward Rajesh.
“You. Stay close. Embrace your wife. Hold her. But do not touch her cunt or her mouth. Only your sister-in-law will use her mouth on her. I want Komali to make her cum harder than she ever has in her life. Loud. So the whole room hears it.”
Rajesh’s face twisted, but he obeyed. He shifted closer on the sofa until his body pressed against Ananya’s side, one arm sliding around her shoulders, the other across her waist, holding her firmly against him. His still-hard cock strained inside the thin underwear, pressed against her hip, but he did not move further. He simply embraced her—tight, helpless, feeling every tremor that ran through her body.
Ananya’s eyes flew open when she felt his arms lock around her.
“Rajesh… please… make them stop…”
He could only hold her tighter. His breath was hot against her temple. His cock throbbed against her side.
Between her forced-open thighs, Komali remained on her knees. The goon’s voice dropped, rough and amused.
“Komali. Use only your mouth now. No more fingers for a moment. Eat that married cunt properly. Make your sister-in-law scream. I want the biggest orgasm of her life pouring straight into your mouth.”
Komali leaned in. Her soft lips parted. She sealed her entire mouth over Ananya’s smooth, dripping pussy and began to suck.
Not a gentle lick this time. A deep, wet, concentrated suction that pulled the swollen clit and the slick folds into her mouth at once. Her tongue pushed flat and broad against the sensitive flesh, then curled and flicked in rapid, relentless strokes while she sucked harder.
Ananya’s entire body jerked inside Rajesh’s embrace.
“Haaaa—! Ahhhhh… Komali… no… hmmmmm…”
The moans concentrated immediately—higher, tighter, more desperate. Komali did not ease up. She kept her mouth locked in place, sucking and licking with focused intensity, the wet sounds loud and continuous. Clear juices flooded her tongue. She swallowed and kept going, tongue stabbing at the entrance, then returning to lash the clit in fast, firm circles.
The goon circled them slowly, eyes fixed on Ananya’s contorted face.
“Listen to that. Traditional wife, traditional sister-in-law… and already she is moaning like a whore. Rajesh, feel how she shakes in your arms. Her cunt is pouring into her sister’s mouth and she cannot stop it. Look at her face. She has never been eaten like this in her entire life.”
Ananya’s head thrashed against Rajesh’s shoulder. Her hands clutched at his arm, nails digging in. The two men still held her legs spread wide, and every powerful suck from Komali’s mouth sent violent tremors through her thighs. Her moans grew louder, more concentrated, almost continuous.
“Hmmmmm… ahhhhhh… haaaa… please… it’s too strong… ahhhh… Komali… slow… hmmmm…”
Komali only sucked harder. She sealed her lips tighter around the clit and pulled with long, deep suction while her tongue flicked rapidly underneath. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her mouth working filled the room—soft, filthy, relentless. More clear wetness gushed from Ananya’s cunt, coating Komali’s chin and running down her neck.
Rajesh held his wife tighter. He could feel every spasm, every helpless roll of her hips, the way her body tried to both escape and push closer to that relentless mouth. His cock throbbed painfully against her side. He pressed his face into her hair, breathing hard, but he did not release the embrace.
The goon’s voice continued, low and teasing.
“Two minutes and she is already close. Look how her belly flutters. Listen to those concentrated moans. This is better than anything her husband ever gave her. A sister’s soft mouth on her married cunt… and she is going to break. Louder, Ananya. Let everyone hear how good it feels.”
Ananya’s back arched hard inside Rajesh’s arms. The orgasm slammed into her with crushing force—bigger, deeper, more shattering than the one before. Her cunt pulsed in powerful waves against Komali’s mouth. A rush of clear juices flooded the younger woman’s tongue and lips. Her cry tore free, raw and echoing.
“AHHHHHHH—! HMMMmmmm… AHHHHHH… NOOOOO… AHHHHHH!”
The sound bounced off the walls, filled every corner of the yellow-lit room. It was the strongest climax of her life—years of quiet nights erased in one long, forced, overwhelming release given by her own sister-in-law’s mouth. Her body convulsed inside Rajesh’s embrace. Her legs shook violently in the men’s grip. Milk leaked from her nipples. Tears streamed down her face even as the moans kept pouring out in broken, high waves.
“HAAAAAA… AHHHHHH… HMMMmm… AHHHH… PLEASE… TOO MUCH… AHHHHHH!”
Komali kept her mouth locked in place, sucking and licking through every pulse, drinking the flood of juices, drawing the orgasm out until Ananya was sobbing and twitching, oversensitive, still held open and still held tight in her husband’s arms.
The goon watched with dark satisfaction as the last echoes of that long, shattering cry faded.
“There. The biggest orgasm of her life… given by her sister’s mouth while her husband only held her. Listen how quiet she is now. Drained. Open. And still dripping.”
Ananya lay limp against Rajesh’s chest, still twitching, still leaking onto Komali’s lips. The room still seemed to hold the echo of her cry. And the lungi goon’s eyes already promised that the night had far more left to take from both women.....

Rajesh cock so hard..in his trousers.. Clearly visible........ Anaya fell on sofa and panting and her whole body shaking... And komali telling that I am sorry bhabi... I am sorry......